Magnocea

A chill fog drifting over the becalmed sea...a bedraggled ship with tatters left for sails, lifeless but for a few desperate survivors. Towards the southern horizon, a terrible storm looms, blocking out the sky and heaven's light. Northerly lies naught but ice and despair. From the water, eerie shrieks and a sinister green glow. Their unending appetites will be briefly abated...   Elsewhere, heaven's light shines, ever watching. Overhead, spiders float on the breeze. A fleet of bright and metal-clad corsairs cuts through the water in a flash, chasing down a herd of heretic water-walkers and their arachnid mounts. Fire rains down from the hands of the chosen, burning webbing and wearers alike. Sharp silvery shafts of bone slice into the gleaming golden fleet.   Far across the waters, to the east, where night is falling, a quiet fishing hamlet is taking in the day's haul. Today was too cold for this season, and the slim pickings on the water today leave most on the isle worried. They'll make do with what they were granted, as the sea decides.